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Complete  English  &  German  Text 
of  Compositions 
of 

DR .  IT.  J .  ELSEHHE  ILSUR . 

As  performed  Thurs. , March  3 , 1898 , 

at 

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Cincinnati ,0. 

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ORIGINAL  COMPOSITIONS, 

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I.  “  Haec  Dies,  quam  Fecit  Dominus  ”  (The  Lord’s  Day), 

Motett  alia  Handel  for  mixed  voices,  orchestra  and  organ. 

The  Choir  of  St.  Joseph’s  Cathodic  Church. 

String  Orchestra  and  Organ. 

II.  VOCAL  SOLOS— 

(a)  All  Soul’s  Day  ( Allerseelcn ) . 

Poem  by  Rud.  Baumbach. 

( b )  “O  Fair,  and  Sweet,  and  Holy” 

(“Du  bist  wie  eine  Blunie”). 

Poem  by  H.  Heine. 

f  (e)  The  Three  Gypsies  (Die  drei  Zigeuner). 

Poem  by  Nic.  Lenan. 

English  translation  by  J.  A.  Homan. 

( d )  Love’s  Charm  (Liebeszauber). 

Poem  by  A.  Ammann. 

I  English  translation  by  Miss  E.  Freeman. 

( Arranged  for  string  accompaniment. ) 

Miss  Rose  Pitton. 


Pub.  by  the  Pub.  by  the 

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III.  Humoresque  for  String  Orchestra: 

“A  Conversation  between  Mr.  Pizzicato  and  Miss  Sordina.’’ 

String  Orchestra. 


IV.  To  a  Mocking  Bird.  Poem  by  Scollard. 

( Chorus  for  female  voices  and  piano  accompaniment. ) 

The  Women’s  Chorae  Society. 


V.  VOCAL,  SOLOS— 

(a)  Marienblume.  Poem  by  Fr.  A.  Weber . 

(b)  StelP  auf  den  Tisch  die  duftenden  Reseden  (Place  near 

me  here  the  fragrant  mignonette). 

(e)  “Bin  Fichtenbaum  steht  einsam’’  (A  solitary  fig  tree 
stood  isolated ).  Poem  by  Heine. 

( d )  Die  Musik  der  See  (The  Music  of  the  Sea). 

Poem  by  Carmen  Sylva  {Queen  of  Rumania) . 
English  translation  by  J.  A.  Homan. 

Miss  Mina  Betscher. 

VI.  Scherzo  alia  Beethoven. 

( Arranged  for  two  pianos. ) 

Miss  Etta  Doee,  Dr.  N.  J.  Eesenheimer. 

VII.  {a)  The  Angels’  Lullaby  ( Der  Engel  Lied ) . 

Poem  by  A.  Rex  ford. 

German  version  by  H.  A.  Ratter mann. 

(In  memoriam  of  Mrs.  Laura  McDonald-Stallo. ) 


Pub.  by  the  John  Church  Co. 


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(Composed  for  bass-solo,  vocal  quartette,  string  quintette,  and  organ). 

Miss  Mina  BeTscher,  Soprano. 

Miss  Rose  Pitton,  Alto. 

Mr.  Aefons  Oaks,  Tenor. 

Mr.  Oskar  J.  EhrgoTT,  Bass. 

Solo,  Mr.  Oskar  J.  Ehrgott. 

String  Quintette  and  Organ. 

{b)  Eventide  (Meeresabend). 

Poem  by  Count  von  Strachwitz. 

English  translation  by  J.  A.  Homan . 

(Eor  female  voices,  bass-solo,  string  orchestra,  harp,  and  organ.) 

The  Women’s  Chorae  Society, 

Mr.  Oskar  J.  Ehrgott, 

String  Orchestra,  Harp,  and  Organ. 


VIII.  “Belsazer,” — dramatic  ballad. 

Poem  by  H.  Heine. 

English  translation  by  Dr.  P.  Kempf. 
Miss  Mina  Betscher. 


IX.  “Valerian,” — dramatic  cantate. 

(For  male  voices,  baritone-solo,  orchestra,  and  organ.) 

Poem  by  F.  Philippi. 

English  translation  by  Alice  C.  Brown. 


Solo,  Mr.  Oskar  J.  Ehrgott. 

Made  Chorus,  Piano,  and  Organ  Accompaniment. 


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The  Lord’s  Day.  (Haec  Dios) 

(Latin) 

Haec  dies,  quam  fecit  Dominus. 

Exultomusot  laotemur  in  ea. 

Confitomini  Domino,  quoniam  bonus, 

Quoniam  in  saoculum  misericordia  ejiis. 

Alloluj  a. 

Pascha  nostrum  immolatusest  Christus. 

Alio lu  j  a . 

(English) 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  has  made  His  own, 

That  saw  Him  arise  unto  His  eternal  throne. 

0  give  thanlcs  unto  tho  Lord,  for  He  is  gracious, 
And  the  mercy  endure th  forever. 

Alloluj  a. 

Christ  our  Passover  was  slain,  yet  is  risen, 

In  our  hearts  He  lives  again. 

Alle lu j  a . 


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1  Aller  See len  (All  Souls  Day) 

Poem  by  Rud. Baumbach.  English  by  C.L.Ebann. 

(The  English  version  of  the  following  poem  by  Carl 
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( Ge  man ) 

Bs  flattern  im  G-otteshage 

Am  Aller  See len  Tage 

Viel  hundert  Kerzen  im  T/ind. 

Ganz  abseits  an  der  Hauer 
Kniet  auf  dem  Grund  in  Trauer 
Bin  bleiches  abgeharmtes  Kind. 

Sie  hat  kein  Grab  zu  pflegen, 

Wem  gilt  ihr  Tod  tens  e-gen; 

Wem  flammt  ihr  kleines  Licht  9 
Zwei  Thr&nen  seh  ich  b 1 i nice n , 

Und  auf  den  Rosen  sinken. 

Doch  still:  sie  sehlagt  cin  Kreuz  und  spricht : 

TT 1  c h  t rage  Le  i d  urn  E  i ne  n , 

Dem  noch  die  Sonncn  seheinen; 

Die  Treue  war  ihm  feil. 

Er  hat  die  Andre  gcworbon, 

E r  i s t  f Hr  mi ch  ge  s  t  orb  e  n 

Mir  bangt  ftir  seiner  Seele  Heil. 


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Dor  mir  vdrsehrt  das  Herze 
Und  mich  versenkt  irn  Lcid. 

Ihm  wolle  Got  verge  ben, 

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There  flickers  in  the  cemetery 
On  All  Souls  Day 
A  myriad  of  candle-lights. 

Quite  lonely  near  the  v/all 
A  pale  and  haggard  maiden 
Kneels  on  the  ground,  in  m  enrol  rig. 

She  has  no  grave  to  decorate . 

Whom  concerns  her  blessing  ? 

For  whom  burns  she  her  little  Light  ? 
Two  tears;  I  see  are  blinking 
And  to  the  grass  are  sinking; 

But  list!  she  makes  a  cross  and  o^rvaks 

"I  carry  sorrow  of  one. 

For  whom  the  sun  still  shines; 

His  vow  to  me  he  broke 
For  another /  whom  he  won. 

Ho  is  for  mo  now  dead; 

For  the  fate  of  his  soul  I  fear. 


For  him  I  burn  this  candle, 

T hough  he  denies  me  his  heart 
And  in  deep  sorrow  knows  me. 

May  God  forgive  him, 

And  after  close  of  this  life 
Not  exclude  him  from  salvation. 


Du  bist  wio  eine_.JB'lumo. 

(0  Fair  ,  and  Swe e t and  Holy) 
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( Ge  rman ) 

Du  bist  wie  eine  Blume ; 

So  hold7  und  schttn  und  rein; 

Ich  schau  dich  an  und  Wehmut 
Schleicht  mir  ins  Herz  hinein. 
Mir  ist,  als  ob  ich  die  H&nde 
Aufs  Haupt  dir  legen  sollt , 
Betend,  dass  Gott  dich  erhalte ; 
So  rein.,  und  schOn."  und  hold. 

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0  fair,  and  sweet,  and  holy. 

As  bud  at  morning  tide; 

I  gaze  on  thee,  and  yearnings 
Sad  through  my  bosom  glide. 

I  feel,  that  fain  I’d  be 
Laying  my  hand  upon  thy  hair, 
Praying  that  God  would  keep  thee 
As  holy;  sweet  and  fair. 


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(c)  Die  Drei  Zigeuner.  (The  three  Gypsies) 
Poem  by  N.Lenau.  English  by  J. A. Homan. 

(German) 

Drei  Zigeuner  fand  ich  einmal 
Liegen  an  einer  Waide ; 

Als  mein  Fuhrwe rk  mit  milder  Qual 
Schlich  durch  die  sandige  Haide. 

Hielt  der  Nine  fiir  sich  allein 
In  den  Hdnden  die  Fiodel- 
Spielte  umglilht  vom  Abendschein 
Sich  ein  feuriges  Liedel. 

Hielt  der  ZT/eite  die  Pfeif '  im  Mund, 
Blickte  nach  seinem  Rauchc , 

Froh3  als  ob  er  vom  Erdcnrund 
ITichts  zum  Gliicke  mehr  brauche. 

Und  der  Dritte  behaglich  schliof, 

Und  sein  Cymbal  am  Baum  hing, 

Uber  die  Saiten  der  Windhauch  lief, 

Uber  sein  Herz  ein  Traum  ging. 

An  den  Kleidern  trugen  die  Drei 
Lftchcr  und  bunte  Flicken; 

Aber  sie  boten  trotzig  frei 
Spott-  den  Erdengeschicken. 

Dreifach  haben  sic  mir  gezcigt 
Wenn  das  Leben  uns  nachtet, 

Wie  man  s  verraucht,  verschl&ft -  verge  if t, 
Und  es  dreimal  verachtot. 

Nach  den  Zigeunorn  lang  noch  schaun 
Must T  ich  im  We  iter  f ahr e n , 

Nach  den  Gesichtern  dunkel-braun: 

Don  sehwarz-lockigen  Haaren. 


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Stretched  out  near  a  willow  one  day 
Met  I  three  gypsies  together 
As  my  carriage  was  toiling  that  way 
Over  the  lonesome  heather. 

One  was  there  with  fiddle  and  bow 
Separate  from  the  others, 

Luminous  in  the  sunset’s  glow, 

Playing  a  ditty  to  lovers. 

And  the  second  was  smoking  his  pipe 
Watching  the  ringlets  ascending. 

All  his  happiness  seemed  to  be  ripe,. 

Only  on  Nature  depending. 

Sleep  had  come  to  the  third  one  kind. 

Hung  to  a  limb  was  his  cymbal, 

Tuned  were  its  strings  to  the  sighing  wind 
Happy  his  dreams  afirial. 

Holes  were  in  the  raiments  of  three, 
Covered  by  gorgeous  patches, 

Yet  they  were  defiant  and  free, 
Unrestricted  by  latches. 

Threefold  taught  they  a  lesson  to  me, 
Touching  human  reverses, 

How  in  smoke,  sleep,  fiddling  may  be, 

Cheer  tham  reimburses. 

Passing  on  I  often  glanced  back 
At  their  brown- tinted  faces, 

And  their  locks  of  hair  raven  black 
Till  I  lost  their  traces. 


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Ged.von  A.  .Aranann.  English  by  Miss  E. Freeman. 

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Holdes  M&dchen,  nruss  dich  liehen, 

Weil  dein  Wesen  mir  gef&llt; 

Mtteht  mit  dir  lurch’s  Leben  v/andern, 

Hit  dir  durch  die  ganze  Welt. 

Marmorglatt  sind  deine  Ztige  , 

Uppig  gldnfct  dein  dunkles  Haar; 

Anrnut  spricht  dein  ganzes  Treiben, 

Anmut  deiner  Augen  Paar. 

Gehst  du  hin  mit  leichtem  Schritte 
Scheinest  du  mir  eine  Fee, 

Kann  mein  Aug'  nicht  von  dir  lassen 
Jedesmal,  benn  ich  dich  sehf.! 

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Wenn  dein  L&cheln  gltickve  rhe  is  send 
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Ftihle  mich  wie  ncu  geboren 
Junger  Liebe  froh  bowusst. 

Holdes  Mddchen  muss  dich  liehen, 

Weil  dein  We  son  mir  gef&llt, 

M6cht?  mit  dir  lurch's  Leben  wandern, 

Mit  dir  durch  die  ganze  'Welt. 


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Gentle  maiden  I  must  love  thoe, 

For  thy  beauty  thrills  my  heart, 

Gladly  would  I  with  thee  wander, 

Never,  never  from  thee  part; 

Marble  smooth  thy  fair  brow  seemeth 
Richly  gleams  thy  raven  hair.; 

Graceful  all  thy  beauteous  being, 

And  the  charm  thy  dark  eyes  wear; 

Dost  thou  move  lightsome  motion  ? 
Seernest  thou  a  sunlit  sea  ? 

And  my  eyes  upon  it  fastened, 

Cannot  turn  away  from  thee 

When  thy  ruby  lips  arc  op’ning, 

And  thy  joyous  words  resound? 

When  thy  smile  sweet  bliss  fortelling, 
All  my  hearts  deep  depths  hath  found; 
Seizes  me  a  wondrous  yearning, 

Kindling  love’s  celestial  fire 
Life  new  born  my  heart  o’erflowi.  g , 

All  aglow  with  sweet  desire; 

Gentle  maiden  I  must  love  thee , 

For  thy  beauty  charms  my  heart, 

Gladly  would  I  with  thoe  wander, 

Never,  never  from  thee  port. 


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Eina  Unterhaltung  zwishen  Herrn  Pizzicato  &  Prl.Sardina. 

A  conversation  between  Mr. Pizzicato  &  Miss  Sardi.na.  (Muta^ 


String  Orchestra. 
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1¥  To  a  Mocking  Bird.  Poem  by  Clinton  Scollard. 

You  waken  me  at  early  morn 
With  your  sweet  notes  and  trills , 

Ere  yet  Apollo* s  rays  adorn 
With  gold  the  wood-capped  hills ; 

Or  touch  the  tassel-waving  corn. 

Or  silver  all  the  rills. 

You  pipe.1 
You  sing’ 

Your  witching  voice  you  tune 
Through  every  fleeting  hour, 

With  you  the  days  are  always  June ; 

The  meads  always  in  flower. 


Just  now  your  song  me -thinks  I  heard 
The  robin  red-breast  sing, 

And  now  Ttis  like  that  timid  bird 
The  thrush  of  early  spring. 

The  bobolink  you  mimic  sly, 

The  thievish  catbird  call. 

You  sing l  You  speak  the  swallow  darting  by} 
The  wren  upon  the  wall, 

The  lark  uprising  to  the  sky 
With  holy  madrigal. 

Your  life  is  like  your  welling  song, 

A  still  enduring  flow 

Of  gladness,  where  the  joys  that  throng 
Are  darkened  ne’er  by  woe; 

Then  sing,  blithe  bird,  sing  full  and  strong; 
We  bless  you,  singing  so; 

Then  sing I 
And  Singi 

And  sing,  blithe  bird,  sing  full  and  strong, 
We  bless  you  singing  so; 

Then  sing,  blithe  bird,  sing  full  and  strong, 
We  love  you  and  your  song. 


-  THE  WOMEN’S  CHORAL  SOCIETY  - 
Chorus  for  female  voices  and  piano  accompaniment  - 


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(a)  Marienblume.  (The  Daisy) 

led. von  Fr.^Weber.  English  by  C.K.Ebann) 

(The  English  version  of  the  following  poem  by  Carl 
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translation  at  once  true  in  sense  and^  metre,  but 
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(C-erman) 

Wer  singt  ein  Lied  zo  deinem  Preis, 

Du  ringel  Rttschen,  rot  und  welss, 

Hit  goldnem  Herzen  ? 

Doch  weil  dein  Herz  so  rein  wie  Gold, 
Bin  ich  dir  hold, 

Du  Blume  der  Freuden  und  Schmcrzen. 

Marienblume  nennt  man  dich, 

Als  lien,  Mass  lieschen  kennt  man  dich 
Und  Tausend  schflnehen. 

Wie  Idchelst  du  so  wonnesam 
In  hoder  holder  Seham, 

Und  neigst  dein  silbernes  Kr5rchcn. 

Du  drmstcs  Kr&utlcin  auf  der  Au, 

Du  bist  geweiht  der  heil’gon  Frau. 

Weisst  du  we s we gen  r 

Du  bist  wie  sie  so  rein  und  mild, 

Der  Dermit  Bild, 

Und  re ich  an  heimlichem  Segen. 


Von  Kaiserkron  und  Rittersporn, 

Von  Eisenhut  und  Sauerdorn 
Halt st  du  dich  feme  ; 

Doch  schimmern  durch  den  stillen  Hain 
An  Weg,  an  Weg  und  Rain. 

Mass-liebschens  freundliche  Sterne. 

Den  Sc  hire  stern  thut  der  Winter  weh, 

Du  grtinst  im  Eis,  du  blfihst  im  Schnee 
Uleichwie  im  Maien; 

Im  St&bschen  klagt  das  Stadtfr&ule in 
Und  mummt  sich  oin. 

Das  Dorfkind  jubelt  im  Ere  ion. 

Viel  wflsst  ich  noch  zu  deinem  Preis, 

Du  kleine  Blume ,  rot  und  weiss- 

Doch  muss  ich  schweigen,  doch  muss  ich  schweigen 
Ein  artig  Wort  so  viel  gesagt 
Verletzt  die  Magd, 

Sic  ist  so  schttchtern  und  eigen. 


(English) 

Who  sings  a  song  to  thee. 

Thou  centered  rose,  red  and  white 
With  golden*  heart  ? 

Yet  because  thy  heart  as  pure  as  gold, 
I  am  with  thee  h;  love, 

Thou  flower  of  pleasure  and  pain. 


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Daisy  thou  art  named ; 

As  a  flower  for  lover's  test  thou  art  known 
And  Globular ia. 

How  thou  laughe s t  so  divinely 
In  holy  shame  , 

And  bend  thy  silv’ry  crown.1 

Thou  poor  wee diet  on  the  meadow, 

Thou  art  sacrificed  to  the  holy  virgin, 

Knowest  thou,  wherefore  ? 

Thou  art.  as  she,  so  pure  and  mild, 

The  picture  of  meekness 

And  rich  in  nature's  blessings. 

From  Emperor's  crown  and  the  spur  of  Knights, 
From  iron  helmets  and  the  world’s  quarrels 
Thou  art  ever  far. 

Yet  gl imme r s  t hr ou gh  the  meadow  still, 

On  path  and  road, 

Daisy’s  kindly  stars. 

As  soon  as  the  sun  kisses  the  earth  good-night, 
Thy  bright  eyes  are  closed  from  light 
To  awaken  again  at  dawn. 

The  shepherdess  and  the  plough-boy 
Are  so  wise 

As  to  imitate  our  daisy. 


Thy  sisters  can  not  brave  the  winter; 

But  thou  art  as  green  and  bloomest  in  ice  and  snow 
Even  as  in  May. 

The  maid  of  town  complains  in  her  room; 

And  bundles  up; 

The  country  girl  enjoys  the  air* 

Much  more  I  knew  of  praise 

For  thee,  C  flower ;  red  and  white, 

But  I  must  bo  silent. 

A  word  of  praise  too  much. 

Insults  the  maid; 

She  is  so  modest  and  so  singular. 

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( b ) Stell  auf  den  Tisch  die  duftenden  Reseden . 

(Place  near  me  here  the  fragrant  mignonette) 

(German) 

Stell  auf  den  Tisch  die  duftenden  Resoden, 

Die  letsten  Astern  trag1  herbei, 

Und  lass  uns  wie  dor  von  der  Liebe  reden' 

Wie  einst  im  Mai* 

Gib  rnir  die  Hand,  da ss  ich  sie  heimlich  drticke , 

Und  wenn  man’s  sieht,  mir  ist’s  einerlei; 

Gieb  mir  nur  einen  deiner  stissen  Blicke 
Wie  einst  im  Mai. 

Es  blllt  und  es  funkelt  heut  auf  jedem  Grabo  , 

Ein  Tag  im  Yahre  ist  den  Toten  froi, 

Komm*  an  mein  Hers  dass  ich  dich  wie  der  habe 
Wie  einst  im  Mai. 


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Place  near  me  here  the  fragrant  mignonette, 

The  last  red  asters  bear  them  not  away; 

And  some  recall  the  time  when  first  we  met, 

Long  since  in  May,  Long  since  in  may* 

Give  me  thy  hand,  that  I  may  feel  its  glow,  ' 

They  all  may  see,  I  care  not  what  they  say; 

One  more  fond  loving  glance  on  me  bestow, 

As  once  in  May,  As  once  in  May. 

On  graves  devoted  hands  sweet  flowers  place, 

To-day  Masses  for  the  dead  are  sung; 

Come  to  my  arms  and  feel  my  warm  embrace, 

As  onco  in  may,  As  once  in  May. 

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Ler  Fichtenbaum.  (The  Fir  Tree) 

Von  Robert  Franz. 

Album. 

(German) 

Xin  Fichtenbaum  steht  einsam  im  Horde n  auf  kahler  H5h? , 
Ihn  schl&fort ;  mit  weisscr  Deckc  tonhullen  ihn  Eis  &  Schns 
Er  traumt  von  einer  Palme,  die  fern  im  Morgenland, 

Einsam  und  schweigend  trauort  auf  brennender  FeLse-rrwand. 

(English) 

A  solitary  fir  tree  stood  high,  where  the  north  winds  blc 
Ho  slumb'rd  fneath  glittrring  whiteness  all  covered  by  ic 

and  snov/. 

He  dreamt  of  one  fair  palm  tree  ,  a-far  away  in  a  sunny 

land, 

Lonely  and  silent  mourning., parched  upon  a  rocky  strand. 


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(d)  Die  Musik  der  See,  (The  Music  of  the  See) 
G-ed. von  Carmen  Sylva.  English  by  J. A. Homan. 

(German) 

Halt  nur  die  Mushel  an  do  in  Ohr7 
In  traumverlor 1 nem  Lauschen, 

Und  aus  der  Mushel  braust  horvor 
Des  ganzen  Me e res  Rauschon. 

Sie  hat  den  ganzen  Seegesang 
G-ehe  imnisre  ich  verschlosson, 

Und  ist  vom  ungeheuern  Klang 
In  Ewigkeit  durchflossen. 

Halt  an  dein  Ohr  mein  Herz:  Das  tttnt 
Im  Sph&rcnklang ,  vom  hehren, 

Urwei tlichen  Cesang  durchdrfrhnt , 

Von  Strahlen  und  von  Meeren; 

Drein  rauscht  der  Welten  Werdekraft, 

Drein  sehl&gt  die  Lieb T  die  Stunden, 

Und  Schmerz  und  Lust  und  Leidenschaf't 
Sing  e ‘W'i g  drin  gebunden- 


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(English) 


Now  lift  the  mussel  to  thine  ear, 

In  visionary  rapture: 

The  sea's  mysterious  voices  hear 
Its  seething  noises  capture. 

That  shell  has  looked  within  its  folds 
The  billows'  r oar  appalling 
And  music  which  it  ever  holds 
The  senses  deep  enthralling. 

Thus  press  thine  ear  against  my  heart, 
And  catch  its  music  beating, 

Its  chimes  of  spheres  and  noble  art 
Of  seas  and  radiant  greeting; 

Its  pulse  declares  creative  power 
A  throbbing  love  and  yearning. 

And  sorrow,  pleasure,  passionTs  hour 
Strikes  over  in  its  burning. 

-  MISS  MINA  BETSCHER 
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VI 

Scherzo  alia  Beethoven.  Arr.for  two  piano 
Miss  Etta  Doll  So  Dr  .Elscnhe  imer . 


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(a)  Der  Engel  Lied  (The  Angels’  Lullaby) 
Oed.von  H. A.Rattermann.  Poem  by  E. E. Rexford- 


(German) 

Der  liond  streut  milden  Sehimmer 
Auf  dos  Priedliofs  stillon  Main: 

Sftss  fltlsternd  lcl  ingender  Engel 
T  r SLumr  i  s  ehe  Mo  1  o  do  i  n . 

Licht  gl&nzen  in  deni  Zwielicht 
Ihro  Elfigol  silberholl, 

71  ic  sio  schweben  iibor  die  Htigel 
Und  Blumon  am  klaron  Quell. 

Schlaft,  Schlafet  sacht, 

Dio  Englo  in  habon  achtl 
Bald  weieht  die  bango  ITaeht, 

Ihr  Milden  der  Hirnmel  wacht . 

Die  Blumen  in  lottos  Garten, 

In  dor  ITaeht  so  bloich  und  mild, 
Lauschen  dom  Lied  der  Engel, 

Sie  schauen  das  Y/underb ild . 

TTnd  vfenn  der  Tag  orscheinet 
Licht  hell;  dann  trdumon  sie  fort 
Vom  Sang  der  holden  Engel 
Am  stillon  S chlumme r  nr t . 

Schlaft,  Schlafet  sacht, 

Die  Engloin  habon  acht ! 

Bald  schvnindot  dio  bange  ITaeht  , 
Ihr  liiidon  der  Himmel  vradht. 


Van  Engeln  and  von  D lumen 
LerntCn  die  Jahre  das  Lied 
Bci  holdon  Hirnmelskl&ngen 
Nun  Tag  Tfio  ITacht  entflieht. 

Ns  tftnt  dureh  alle  Zeiton 
Stets  Jung  und  immer  neu 
Bos  Priodhofs  schwermutstisse 
Und  trftumrisclio  Helodei. 

Sehlaf e t .  Schlaf t  sacht ! 

Lie  Bngloin  haben  aeht l 
Bald  schwindet  die  bang©  ITacht 
/or  des  goldncn  Pages  Pracht. 


(English) 


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night 

Pod’s  lov: 

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They  sing  of  rest  and  Heaven 
And  the  dreamers  neath  the  sod, 
Porget  the  starry  space 
Between  their  folded  hands  and  Pod. 
Sle o p ,  oh ;  sleep , 

May  rest  be  peace ful  and  de c p , 
Bream. on  in  thy  low  green  bod, 
Love  keepeth  guard  overhead. 


And  all  niyht  lony  the  dwellers 
In  this  city  of  the  dead. 

Hear  in  their  dreams  the  s inyiny 
Of  the  andols  overhead; 

And,  oh,  those  dreams  are  sweet ,  so  sweet, 
Because  the  dreamers  know 
That  they  are  not  for,; ot ten 
In  their  graves  so  still  and  low. 

Sleep,  oh,  sleep! 

I  lay  slumber  he  sweet  and  deep. 

With  friends  true  and  with  God  so  near, 

There : s  nauyht  to  grieve  and  nauyht  to  fear. 

Here  angels  briny  the  flowers 
That  bloom  in  Paradise, 

Sweet  with  a  heavenly  message 
Prom  the  home  beyond  the  skies. 

And  those  who  sleep  and  those  who  waive 
Are  ylad  when  any© Is  come 
To  siny  their  tender  son,;  of  love 
And  home  sweet  home. 

Sleep,  oh,  sleep!  no 
Here  to  Y/akcn  and  weep, 

God  yiveth  his  we ary  ones  rest. 

Re  s  t  aft  or  toil  on  His  b  re  as  t . 


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(b )  Even-Tide.  (lie  ore  sab  end) 

Ged.von  Count  von  Straehwitz*  Eng. by  J.  A. Homan* 


(German) 

Sie  hat  den  ganzen  Tag  getobt 
Als  wio  in  Zorn  und  Pein; 

Hun  bettet  sieh  und  gl&ttet  sieh 
Die  See  und  schliimmert  ein. 

Und  drtiber  zittert  dor  Abendwind 
Ein  mi  Ides  heiliges  Wehn; 

Das  ist  dor  Atem  Gottos: 

Der  schwebet  ob  den  Seen; 

Den  Es  kttsst  der  Herr  aufs  Loekenhaupt 
Die  schlummernde  See  gelind, 

Und  spricht  mit  s&uselndem  Sagen: 
"Schlaf*  ruhig,  wildes  Kind.  f' 

(English) 

She  tossed  and  stormed  the  live -long  day 
In  restless  angered  spray; 

Behold  her  calm  and  mirrored  brow 
The  Sea  is  sleeping  new. 

The  evening  wind  creeps  o’er  her  face 
In  hallowed  mild  embrace; 

It  is  the  breath  of  God  on  high, 

\fho  rules  the  Sea  and  sky, 

He  kisses  soft  her  slumbering  crown 
In  flowing  tresses  down . 

And  speaks  in  whispered  blessing  mild, 
"Sleep  well,  my  wayward  child." 


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VIII 


Belsazer . 


Poem  "by  Heine.  Eng. by  P.H.Kempf. 

(Ge  man) 

Die  I.litternaeht  zog  n&her  schon, 

In  stunner  Ruh*  lag  Babylon. 

Nur  obon  in  des  Ktynigs  Sehloss, 

Da  flacker t 1  s ,  da  limits  des  Kttnigs  Tross. 

Dort  obcn  in  deni  Kftnigssaal, 

Belsazar  heilt  sein  KBnigsmahl. 

Die  ICnechte  sassen  in  seliimmernden  Reih’n 
Und  leerten  die  Bc-cher  mit  funkelndem  Vein, 

Es  klirrten  die  Beeher,  os  j audit  z  ten  die.-  Kneoli 
So  klang  es  deni  stttrigen  K5nigc  recht. 

Des  Kftnigs  T/angen  leu  elite  n  Glut, 

Im  He  in  errmchs  ihrn  kockor  Hut 

Und  blindlings  reisst  der  Hut  ihn  fort 

Und  or  l&stort  die  Gottheit  mit  stln&igem  Ylort . 

Und  er  brtlstet  sicli  frech  und  l&shert  i~ild, 

Die  Knechto  schar  ihm  Be  i fall  brtQ.lt . 

Der  Kttnig  riof  mit  stolzom  Eliek, 

Der  Dienei-  eilt  und  kehrt  zorttek. 

Er  trug  viol  giilden  Gerdt  aim'  den  Haupt, 

Das  vmr  aus  dem  Tenrpel  Jehovah Ts  geraubt. 

Und  der  H5nig  ergriff  mit  frevler  Hand 
Einen  heiligen  Beeher  geftU.lt  bis  zura  Rand. 


Und  nr  leert  ihn  hast  in;  his  am’  don  C-ru  nd; 
Und  mfet  laut  mit  sch&umendcm  Hund: 

Jo  ho  v  ah  i  Dir  krdnd  •  ich  auC  017  ig  Holm. 

Ich  bin  der  I'Onig  von  .Babylon.  M 

Dock  kaum  das  grause  Wort  verkiang, 

Bern  Kflnig  i7ird:s  hoimlieh  im  Bus  on  hang. 

Da s  gello  nde  Lacho  n  ve r  s  tumrat  o  sumal , 

Ds  v/ur&o  leichonstill  im  Saal. 


Und  s  i c h :  und  siehJ  an  tto  isser  Wand-, 

Da  learn1  s  hervor  vrio  !Ionschenhand;. 

U ncl  s o hr  i o b  und  s chr i e h  an  wc  i  s  so r  W and 
Buck  st  ah  on  von  ?eu!  r  und  sohrioh  1  und  scluvand. 


Dor  Kftnig  stioren  Clicks  da  sass. 

Hit  schlottorden  liniobn  und  tctonolass 
Dio  Kneeht eschar  sass  halt  durchgrout 
Und  sass  gar  still  gat  Iceinen  Laut. 


Die  Ilagier  h 
Zu  deuten  lie  Dlammonscnr if t  an  dor  Wand 
^olsonor  uard  ate r  in  so lb i go r  Nacht 
V on  so  j  no n  lino chto n  uriigobr acht . 


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Now  dark  midnight  was  drawing  on. 

In  silent  rest  lay  Babylon; 

And  only  in  tho  monarch's  hall 

Lights  flickered,  there  storm!d  the  monarch’s 

Above  there  in  the  royal  space, 

Bel.sa.zer  *  s  regal  feast  tool:  place. 


thrall . 


The  knights  wore  sitting  in  glitt'ring  rows.. 

And  wine  from  the  cups  so  sparkling  flows ; 

The  goblets  were  clinking,  the  knights  loudly  sang. 
To  the  king  most  proud  it  pleasantly  rang. 


The  monarch's  checks  were  glowing  fire, 

In  wine  ho  found  undaunted  ire , 

And  passions  blind  him  onward  spurred 

And  he  blasphemed  the  God -he ad  with  terriole  word. 

And  with  arrogance  wildly  he  blasphemes, 

The  boisterous  knighthood  plaudits  screams. 

The  monarch-  callod  with  scornful  glance : 

The  servant  $  to  readvance. 

Ke  carried  vessels  of  gold  on  his  head. 

All  robbed  from  Jehovah's  temple  most  dread- 
And  the  Iking  he  grasped  with  evil  whim 
A  sacred  chalice  filled  to  the  brim. 


And  he  drained  it  quickly  till  it  tms  dry, 
And  loud  thro7  foaming  mouth  was  his  cry: 
"Jehovah,  I  hid  You  eternal  scorn, 

I  am  the  King  of  Babylon,  born." 


But  scarcely  was  the  dread  word  stilled. 
When  secretly  terror  his  bosom  filled. 

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was 

seen  to  f 

wrote  on  wall 

filled  the  hall. 


smooth  white 
In  letters  of  flame  and  vanished  from  siuht 


The  kiny  sat  there  with  yhastly  ylance . 
With  trembling  knees  in  death-like  trance. 
The  kniyhtly  crowd  sat  cold  as  stone, 

And  sat  quite  still,  yavo  forth  no  tone. 


Magicians  came  but  of  those  atone  could  trace 
The  letters  which  on  the  wall,  were  ablaze; 
Belsazer  was  slain  in  the  sel.f -same  niyht 
By  knavish  servants  mad  with  friyht. 


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(German) 

¥c  des  Tigris T  v/ellen  spielen 
Um  Seleueias  1-cahle  Res  to , 

F/inkt  •vom  ancle  m  Bord  he rtVb e  r 
lit e siphon  die  Farther  feste. 
Kftnijj  Sapor  hauste  drinnen 
Sant  den  v/ilden  Krie^erschla^, 
Ben  Hloinasiens  St&dte  Frolmten 
Unci  der  R5mer  uni er lap . 


SeitT/ftrtS;  t jo  des  Bclilosses  Zinnen 
Tret  zip  in  die  Lti±  to  schauen, 

Rapto  e  ins  an  cin  Geb&ude 
Finster  rrie  oin  n&eiitlich  Grauen. 
Droben  an  pesilrnten  KinaciOl 
Zop  dor  Hond  die  stille  Stress1 ? 
Und  es  biickten  seine  Strahlen 
In  das  dtistero  Be  lass. 


Bar  ein  preiser  Siodler  drinnen. 
Bart  und  Locke n  wallten  ,nieder> 

H  a  e  h  de  r  K  6  n :  pe  Br  an  c  h  tin  cl  S  i  1 1  e 
Hlill  t  e  Pur  pur  s  e  i  na  G1  i  $  de  r . 


Aber  nur  sum  (;rausen  Ho  hue 
Schien  das  ^leissende  C'evmnd; 

Denn  an  H&nden  und  an  Filssen 
IClirrt  der  Hette  eisern  Band. 

Also  war  T  s  ihm  widert'ahren, 

Seit  ihn  des  Ye  mates  Titclce 
Auf  Araeniens  kahlen  Ber^e 
Lielerte  in  Sapors  Strieke . 

Frfther  war  der  Vttlker  Hen^e 
Seinem  Yinke  unterthan; 

Frfther  hiess  er  Tv5m?  sober  Kaiser* 
Caesar,  Caesar  und  V aleri an . 

Klajjend  zu  des  Kiminels  Bo^en 
Hob'er  seine  barren  Anno  , 

Und  von  seinen  Lippen  tftnten 
Forte  veil  von  bittrem  Harme  : 

(Bariton  Solo) 

"Monde  reihen  sieh  an  Monde, 

Jahre  kommen,  Jahre  p*elm, 

Und  noch  hat  he  in  Gott  ein  Bnde 
Mcinem  Jammer  auserselin. 

TTohl  orftffnen  rohe  Kne  elite 
T&&lich  meines  Kerkers  Pforte, 

Aber  nieht  sum  frohen  Gan&e 
Zerren,  zerren  sie  mi eh  von  dam  Orte. 


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Me  i ne  n  ITackc  n  mu s  s  i  eh  b  e ;e  n 
Sklavisch  zu  der  Erde  dann, 

Dass  der  Kbni{;  der  Barb  are  n 
Leicht  zo  Pferde  stei.jen  kanni 

Zchon  Jahr  hab  r  ichTs  {;etra(;en7 
Zahen  Jahr!  voll  Spott  und  Schande 
Und  nodi  zci{jto  sich  kein  Heifer. 
Der*  me  in  Schicksal  r&chend  v/andte. 
Kainer  hat  es  unternoramen, 

ITieht  mein  kttni.;licher  Sohn 
Wehrte  von  des  Vaters  Alter 
Seiner  Peinde  Schimpf  und  Hohni 

We  ho  ,  dass  dem  Rulim  der  Aline n 
Seiche  Erben  nur  beschidden! 

Die  der  altcn  R5mertu(;end 
Schlimm  rjeartet  sich  entrietenl 
Die  der  V&bor  Uamen  sch&nden, 
Tauglich  nur  zum  schle elite n  Rat ; 
Deren  Arm  sich  l&n{;st  entwdhnte 
Von  der  Marines  kiiimer  That. 


In  den  Ohren  hdr  ich’s  klinpen, 

T/io  ein  Katscliluss  vom  Geschieke, 
Durch  dor  Zulmnft  (Junkie  Landc 
Schweifen  fessellos  die  Blieko: 
Eitel  ist  dor  I.Iensehen  Grdsse  : 

Und  ein  Tfalin  ihr  stolzes  Thun , 
Ehorn  schreiten  die  Gewalten, 

Die  in  ew!  (;en  K&nden  ruhn 

Fahro  wohl}  du  stolze  Roman.' 

Deine  Kraft  ist  hinges dliminden, 
Deine  Hftndon  mild'  vom  Streiten, 

T7ird  das  Scepter  bald  entminden. 
Frcnde  Ho rr seller  xre r den  schreiten 
Siepesstolz  zum  Capitol, 

Hire  Banner  soli5  ich  f  lie  gen , 

Und  ihr  Zeichen  kenn1  ich  wohl. 

ITicht  me  hr  Jovis  hoill'per  Vopel 
Ist  es  wie  in  frttliren  Tapon, 

Zu  den  alten  Gfltterb ildern 
TTird  man  keine  Opfer  tragen. 

Tram,  es  ist  der  Christen  Zeichen, 
Die  ich  hasst’  in  arpom  Trap, 

Die  von  ihrem  Got to  lehren, 

Dass  man  ihn  am  Kreuz  erschlup. 


Shorxis . 


Port  aug  ian(:  fjewohnten  Bahnen 
Lenkt  die  Welt  in  diesen  Zeiten; 

U nd  die  al  t  e  n  G 5 1 1  e  r  ne  i .  ;e  n 
Lebensmti&e  sieh  sum  Scheiden. 

Alle  hab !  ich  an^eruBen 

Urn  Errettun-j  aus  der  Sehinach, 

Booh  niir  an  der  Ker  leers  Ilauern 
Hall  t  e  n  me  i  ne  W o r  t  e  na e  h  • 

So  hilf  Du  mir  Got t  der  Christen,. 
Dessert  Diene r  ion  [;es  dilate  n, 

Wchl  ermess5  ich  nun  mein  Be  hie  n ; 
Doch  ich  librt T  die  Deinen  sajen, 
Bass  Du  als  cin  Gott  der  Liebe 
Nnhst  den  Schy/aclien  in  der  Hot  > 
Lass’  {-enu;;  sein  mit  den  Quale n: 
Hill  mir  s  t  arke  r  Christen-, ;ot  t  J ,f 

Voile r  lurch  das  schmale  Gitter 
Brane;  des  monies  Silberhelle, 
Still  und  stiller  ward  es  drinnen 
Brausen  iTdsterte  die  Welle. 

Als  von  Gst  aus  Pur  pur  wo  lice  n 
Wink to  neu  der  Sonne  ■  Gruss ;  • 
Polternd  an  dor  stillen  1-Clause 
Scholl  dor  ICnechte  schwerer  Puss. 


"He  da.'  Alter ,  auf  gestanden: 

Deine  Dienste  zu  verricht en.! 

Aber  der  ge ranine  Kaiser  hOrte  auf  ihr 

Wort  mit  niohton 

Von  ihm  nahm  ein  gtit/ger  Will© 

Alle  Qual  unc!  Erden  not- 

Bonn  auf  seinem  diirftgen  Lager  lag 

Der  greise  Gaesar  tot. 


(English) 

Where  the  Tigris'  waves  are  playing 
On  Seleucias  barren  sands, 

Cte siphon  the  Parthian- stronghold 
Ole  ami  ng  o 1  e  r  t  he  wa tors  s  t  and s  * 

Here  King  Sapor  lived,  and  with  him 
Hosts  of  warriors  wild  and  brave, 

Who  had  conquered  Rome  and  to  whom 
Asia  Hinor  tribute  gave. 

Nearby  where  the  castle's  turres 
Watched  the  lands  with  threatening  mien, 
Jutting  forth , a  dark  lone  structure 
Like  a  horror  could  be  seen. 

There  above  in  starry  heavens 
Softly  made  the  moon  her  way 
And  he r  qu i e t  be ams ,  d own  gl anc i ng , 
Peeped  within  a  small  room  gray. 


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And  they  saw  a  man  within  it, 

Lon.;  and  white  his  heard  and  hair; 
And  although,  by  regal  custom 
He  is  robed  in  purple  fair. 

Yet  !tis  but  in  scorn  and  mocking 
that  in  glistTning  garb  he  reigns; 
For  upon  his  wrists  and  ankles 
Clank  the  links  of  iron  chains. 

Such  the  fate  that  ho  had  suffered 
Since  upon  the  mountains  bare 
Of  Armenia  traitors  malice 
Led  him  into  SaporTs  snaro. 

Ere  that,  had  tho  hordes  of  people 
At  his  presence  bowed  the  knee* 

Ere  this  was  he  Roman  Emperor: 
Caesar,  Caesar  and  Valerian- 

Mourning  ho  his  arms  uplifted 
To  the  arch  of  deep  blue  sky, 
Parted  were  his  lips  in  speaking 
Prom  his  heart  tho  bitter  cry: 

Bar. Solo : 

”I.lany  a  moon  has  waxed  and  faded, 
Many  a  year  has  come  and- flown. 

Yet  the  end  of  all  my  sorrow 
Not  the  gods  themselves  have  known 


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True 7  this  menial  opens  daily 
Wide  rny  prison  gates,  but  0T1J 
It  is  not  to  joy  and  freedom 
I  from  out  my  dungeon  go. 

I  must  bend  my  neck  before  him 
To  the  earth  ~  a  slave  indeed. 
That  the  King  of  those  barbarians 
Lightly  may  bestride  his  steed- 

Ten  long  years  have  I  endured  it, 
Years  so  full  of  mocking  hate, 
Still  no  saviour  comes  to  aid  me, 
Seeking  to  avenge  rny  fate. 

Ho  one,  not  my  son  imperial, 

Has  his  sword  and  armor  borne 

To  defend  his  aged  father 

From  the  captor’s  scoff  and  scorn 

Woe J  that  such  the  heirs  allotted 
T  o  our  gre at  anc e  s  t  or  *  s  f ame  ? 
Heirs,  who  scorn  old  Roman  valor, 
Who  disgrace  their  father ;s  name! 
They  are  only  fit  for  councils, 
Base  and  8oward-like  and  weak, 
They,  whose  arms  are  unaccustomed 
To  the  deeds  that  brave  men  seek. 


In  mine  ears  I  hear  a  ringing; 

Fatc?s  decree  ends  all  mischances, 
Thro1  the  future 1 s  darkest  confines 
Range  now  boundlessly  my  glance s : 

All  in  vain  is  human  greatness: 

Vain  man 1 s  proudest  deeds  at  best: 

But  unchanging  are  the  p oarers 
In  th1 eternal  hands  at  rest. 

Fare-veil  Romo,  thou  haughty  city! 

All  thy  might  has  passed  away ; 

From  thy  hand,  worn  and  with  fighting 
Soon  shall  fall  the  sceptred  sway. 

I  can  see  a  t r i umph  passing . 

To  the  Capitol  they  go, 

Foreign  lords  with  banners  flying, 
Banners  that  too  wo 11  I  know. 

Is  not  Jovis  holy  eagle 
As  it  was  in  days  of  yore 
And  before  the  ancient  statues 
S ac  r i f i c  e  s  b urn  no  more . 

Lo!  the  symbol  of  the  Christians, 

TThon  I  loathed  in  wicked  pride. 

T/ho  in  all  their  sacred  writings 
Teach  their  God' was  crucified- 


From- its  long  accustomed  path-way 
Thus  the  world  at  length  departs , 

And  the  ancient  gods  aweary  , 

Take  their  leave  with  heavy  hearts 
To  them  all  eTor  this  ITve  shouted 
For  deliverance  from  my  shame. 

But  my  dungeon1 s  grim  walls  answered. 
Ringing  back  the  echo  came. 

Help  me  thou,  God  of  the  Christians, 
Thou,  whose  servants  I  did  slay, 

Well  I  know  my  sinful  act  ions ; 

But  ITve  hoard  thy  followers  say: 

Thou  the  God  of  love , 

Art  over  near  the  weak  in  needy  day, 
Put  an  end  to  all  my  sorrow: 


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Christ ian 

God, 

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Moonlight  poured  its  silver  beam, 

All  wa  s  still  it i  thin  t  he  prison 
And  without  the  murmuring  stream* 

From  the  oast,  at  length  the  purple  clouds 
Arose  the  sun  to  greet , 

Then  throughout  the  narrow  chamber  rang 
The  sound  of  heavy  foot. 


”1-1  o  there:  old  man. 

Up  arise  thee : 

Come  dispatch  thy 
Service  now  I TT 

But  the  captive  emperor 

Heedless  listened  with  a  peaceful  brow. 

For  the  pracious  will  had  harkened; 

And  upon  his  prison  bed: 

Freed  from  earthly  pain  and  sorrow 
Lay  the  pray  haired  Caesar  dead* 

-  CAITTATA  - 

or  Baritone,  Hale  Chorus,  Orchestra  and 
Orpan  Oftlipato. 


Mr. LOUIS  BHRCOTT , 


Solist . 


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